Lance X Walter Novels & Stories

“The Banshee did that?” Lance Armistice said contemplatively from across the cluttered desk. The hard-nosed trainee captain, after listening patiently to Allen’s retelling of Morose’s story, roughly stroked the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Although not the giant that Frank Brunes was nor as beefy as some of the other Hunters, Lance possessed an appearance of constant agitation, which made him difficult to approach.

What a lame name. However, it did suit the python to some degree. "Just call me Walter Lurch," the python suggested helplessly. "Alright, let's go with that. Why 'Lurch,' though?" Chase agreed after some thought. He asked about the python's choice. "I killed an independent cultivator who had just achieved a breakthrough to martial dominant here. His name was Wally Lurch. He was also known as the Query Warrior." Walter looked proud while telling the story. That man was a worthy opponent, after all.

Ryn reached out, helping the man get up. "Does it hurt that much?" asked Ryn as she pointed to the wound on Lance's arm. "You think?" Lance glanced lazily at Ryn. "Sorry," Ryn said with a chuckle. The sound of applause distracted Ryn and Lance. They turned toward the source of the sound and saw Walter Gerard walking over with a proud smile. "Losing for the umpteenth time, hum?" Walter said this to Lance with one eyebrow raised. Lance looked away. "She cheated," he said as he pointed to the scar on his arm that was slowly healing.

Even he himself was subdued. "Walter said with a smile, ""You punks want to fight me? It seems like Zendaya doesn't understand me at all. Go back and tell her that when I was in the army, you runts wouldn't be qualified enough to be my opponents. Got it?""" His tough talk surprised Novalee. "Nixon was regretful to find that Walter was a veteran, and he shouldn't have underestimated his opponent." What's wrong? Sounds like you're not convinced? Let me show you what I'm capable of.

"One sandwich enough?" "No, more?" Adelaide mumbled with a mouth full of bread. "None left." Adelaide nearly choked. Lance chuckled at her expression, his amber eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. Watching the usually elegant lady lose her dignity, she didn't even notice the bread crumbs on her lips. After Adelaide finished eating, Lance revealed, "I've been in contact with Solanke before the battle." His fingers toyed with a wolf-bone dagger. "His target was always Velda and the wolves involved in the massacre. I wanted her at the rear, but she insisted on charging forward."

I admired how he refused to be defeated by the fact he couldn’t speak, and still carried the weight of a respected successor. Though obviously, with his people, he probably used the mind link. I stepped out of the bathroom after the girls left. I wasn’t going to hide like a coward forever. He turned toward me, worried. «Are you okay?» He came closer, his eyes fixed on my wrists. “I’m not going to slit my wrists over anyone, and definitely not over two motherfuckers who are already worm food,” I huffed, forcing a pretty pathetic smile. «Now that’s the Victoria I want to see.» He tried to help, but I told him I could do it myself.

Nolan: The moment the howls echoed, I was already shouting orders. “Alessandro, perimeter! Gamma team, north side! Move!” My voice cut through the chaos as warriors poured into the courtyard, shifting mid-stride, their snarls rising into the night. “One more thing that they would actually have the noble blood to actually give a warning.” Alessandro muttered under his breath as he looked at me. “I doubt the fact that this is their virtue, considering the fact that they are rogues, Alessandro.” I said, glaring at him before catching sight of Natalia.

Four aged figures who are the Elders of the Black Wolf Pack appear to sit around a round table in a room. Similarly, Aryadi and Linda, as well as Alvaro as the leader of the pack. One of the Elders, wearing a brown coat and sitting in a wheelchair, cleared his throat. The elderly man named Magen glanced at Aryadi and Linda. Magen looked at Alvaro sharply. “Alvaro, you surely understand that Hugo wouldn't know about this base if he himself went around sniffing the grass under his feet.”

His skinny body was shaking both in fear and weakness. The former Hutton would have rushed at me and fought, but this man here can easily be beaten by one of my guards in a few seconds. "Yes, that is your payment for taking Linda's life and making my life hell, even when I was still grieving for my family and pack extinction. You never cared. I am sorry, I don't care too..." I breathed, looking away as Xander's soft palm touched me. I knew he was going to plead on their behalf. Xander, whom everyone referred to as ruthless and evil, was going to beg them to keep them alive even though they were about to kill him.

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.